1.4.02 - Eyes of the Gods¶
The boar bled out on the altar, and in the blood-haze each of you saw something the gods wanted you to see.
The hunt had ended wrong, but the rite went on. They carried Hrimgaldr to the Godtooth, the old stone circle on the cold shoulder of the mountain, and the Speaker of the Chosen spilled his blood across the stone. Mead and chanting and the iron reek of it filled your heads, and one by one the gods showed you things.
Hanzt walked back into the Guild's chambers: a choice of who to torture, a plague he could cure for the price of corruption in his own blood, a golden throne room where a dwarf king offered him his old rank if he would only put a blade in Tarod. He did mostly as he was bid. Brawn saw the weight of glory, cheered as a hero of Murgrog over a weeping orc mother, his home in flames, his family dead with his brother's voice saying you saved them all, just not us, and a pit fight where stolen gloves fed on his violence until a boy knelt over a ruined body and looked up at him with hate. Brawn tried to hold to mercy through all of it. Riven chased Liora, Torran, and Etta through a summer that turned cold, his lost friends grown haggard and accusing, and then the trapped girl bleeding on the altar again, taking his amulet, her eyes opening wide and wrong while a voice that was not hers said good boy, you always choose wrong. Riven could not stop himself from helping.
You came back to the cold of the peak with the visions still clinging to you, none of them explained, all of them heavy.
Remember For Next Time¶
- The visions: the gods showed each of you your own wound. Hanzt and the Guild. Brawn and the cost of glory, and Murgrog. Riven and his lost friends, and the girl who takes his amulet.
- A warning in the dark: Riven's vision tied his amulet, and that trapped girl, to something waking and wrong.
- Gunnar's turn: the gods were not finished. His vision had not yet come.
Where We Are¶
On the Godtooth peak as the blood-haze clears, marked by visions none of you yet understand.